the one that left, by little_irish_rose
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So what if I really don't know you,
it doesn't really mean alot....
When ever I'm around,
my stomach becomes a knot....
Your kiss was so refreshing,
so sweet and full of kindness...
Your arm around my shoulder,
cured me of my blindness....
And now that you are gone,
I miss you with a passion....
I always count the seconds,
that keep passin....
Because every second you are gone,
I miss you even more...
Please come back and kiss my pain,
because without you I am sore...
And no I do not love you,
but I like you all in all...
Without you there is no one,
to catch me before I fall...
And now you are so far away,
and now I cut my pain away...
I miss you, you were the sweetest friend...
I just hope that this isn't the end...
I hope that I can see you,
and feel your kiss one more time...
And one more sweetened second,
I can once again call you mine... |
Posted: 2006-03-02 18:51:47 UTC |
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2005-08-26 04:33:40 | little_irish_rose |
this poem isn't about a boyfriend of mine... it's about a really close friend i had that had to move back to florida two days ago.... but i miss him soooooo much.... |